Page 14 of Her Bully Alpha

I grabbed myself a shirt and pulled it on, crawling into bed, wishing I could dream everything away. But it was all real and waiting for me the following morning.

I had showered and watched the makeup and curls disappear. I dressed and headed downstairs. I looked around the house since I'll be living in it. The entryway was grand, with a huge chandelier and a wide hallway that led into an enormous kitchen.

I cringed at the amount of wasted space. Why someone would want to live in a place like this, with such terrible color, was beyond me.

I made myself some oatmeal and sat down at the island. I ate quickly, not wanting to run into Jay.

I left the house and drove to work as quickly as I could. I had forgotten to grab myself a coffee and wished I had at least given myself a few minutes to have one.

The elevator doors swung open, and I stepped off. Almost everyone's offices were upstairs. There were a handful downstairs, but most of the rooms were meeting rooms for clients.

I took a left, headed down the hallway, and yawned. I pulled my hand up, trying to hide it as I opened my office door. I flicked my light on and pulled my jacket off.

"Mooorrrning!" A voice spoke up brightly, and I looked over my shoulder at Joshua. He was wearing his normal suit with his curly blond hair falling freely around his head. But my eyes went to the two cups of coffee he was holding, and I smiled.

"Morning, Joshua. I'm hoping one of those is for me."

"You know I was missing you yesterday. Why the sudden need for a day off?" he asked as he handed me a coffee. I didn't even need to look at it to know it was a macchiato with two espresso shots in it. He had been buying me coffee for months now, and I, in turn, bought us late dinners when we worked late.

"I had a thing come up," I said as I took a deep sip of the coffee. I smiled, tasting it and allowing the coffee to kick in.

"Things like what?" Joshua asked, leaning onto the door frame.

I smirked. "Is this an interrogation? Should I get my lawyer for this?"

He snorted at the joke and shook his head. "No, but I was just wondering. Cathy said you called her and that the Council wanted to see you. So, I imagined it was something serious. It's good to see you're not dead. I wouldn't know who would drink that coffee."

I rolled my eyes at him. "You're a bit of a smartass today. You should really save that for your clients."

Someone cleared their throat, and I looked past Joshua and found Jay standing just a step behind him, looking pissed. His arms were crossed, and his nostrils flared as he looked at Joshua and then at me.

My heart stopped beating, and I swallowed, placing the coffee down.

"Can I have a word?" Jay asked, his lips formed a tight line.

Joshua turned to Jay, and his demeanor switched. "Who are you, buddy? Clients aren't allowed up here unless authorized."

Jay growled, literally growled at Joshua, who took a step back. "I'm not a client," Jay snapped. "I'm her husband. Now, if you will excuse yourself I want to speak to my wife. Alone."

I felt my entire face go red as Joshua looked at me with wide eyes. I nodded. "Yeah, you can leave him with me, Joshua. Thanks for the coffee."

Joshua slipped back into the hall, and Jay stepped into my office. I never thought the space was small. I had a huge L-shaped desk and a large cushy chair across from it. It was always spacious, but as he stepped into the space, the room suddenly seemed to shrink.

He closed the door and crossed his arms. "You're married."

I looked at him, confused. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"You shouldn't be getting flirty with people."

I snorted, shaking my head as I looked away from him. "Wow, Jay." I grabbed my coffee and took a seat in my chair. "You know it's a little early for you to be so grumpy and dickish. Do you ever take time off?"

I watched him work his jaw and run a hand over his face. He took a deep breath in before he spoke again. "Sam, I'm serious. You're married. You can't just go around and…"

I waved a hand, stopping him. "Whatever you are about to say, I can rebuttal." As nice as Joshua was, we would never date. The company had a policy against it. "Work doesn't allow fraternizing."

"That doesn't mean shit." He waved at the door. "These are solid walls, Sam. You could be fucking on the damn desk, and no one would fucking know."

"Do you think that little of me that I would fuck someone when I'm married?" I pulled my hand up and wiggled my finger at the ring that sat there. "And Joshua is a colleague and a friend. That's all."

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